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Sick Little Games is a song interpreted by All Time Low, released on the album Nothing Personal in 2009.

Sick Little Games lyrics

Oh, my god, I'm such a terrible mess
I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed
That I'm a sucker for their gossip, man, I take it too far
I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch 'em name their kids after cars

I'm finding me out
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games

I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister
Of somebody famous - at least for a day
Expensive habits and a taste for the town
Had me chasing down red carpets
And watching all my friends slip away

They're finding me out
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me
Dressed up as myself
To live in the shadow
Of who I'm supposed to be

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games

If I play my cards right
I can make the big time
I could be a reason to stare
Caught up in the spotlight
Shaking from the stage fright
How did I end up here?

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away
We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away

I'm wasting my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games
We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away

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